Pimps and Bitches and Hos.

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Holy poop. I really think i should just give up once and for all this notion that i could have a live journal and actually write in it at least once a week. I swear. It's like a damned New Year's resolution. Honestly. Wow. Well. I finally have been going to school, for like the past 2 days. Score. I swear. I have contracted every syndrome, condition, disease, and problem known to man. And others, too. They put a needle in my arm yesterday so they could have me blood. Vampires. I tried to talk the doctor out of it. I was all, "I definately don't have any symptoms of Celiac Sprue, honestly...are you sure you need to?" I failed to thwart her, though. So I buried my head in me mum's shoulder, and whimpered...then the room was moving and I saw lots of dots. I almost passed out. What a wimp. My mother still maintains that I was perfectly fine the entire time...yeah, that must be why I had the coloring of an albino for 15 minutes....I get no respect. Just to let anyone in cyberspace know, my snot is bright green. Riiiiiight. I'm almost certain that's not good. Prom was fun. The 8 of us ate at Bush Gardens, we said the funnniest shit in our little "pod" or whatever you'd call it. I love that resturant. It reminds me of Kill Bill in there. Good times. I hate it when people take everything from me. Like any food product that I've ever loved, is now gone from shelves forever. I miss Sir Chomps-A-Lot. They were little canned tiny ravioli. I would eat them on my tri-sectioned winnie-the-pooh plate with apple slices and a glass of milk. FUCK Yeah. Hot damn. The mascot was an alligator that "chomped." Hott.

I went to my grandma's on mother's day and her cat that she stole from the neighbors drooled on me.

I'm outtt.